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My Life’s Greatest Performance
I’ll first thank, praise and glorify our God
For many good performances I had in my life
From doing my best at schools when I was a student
To one of their representatives in many big events
Making my family and community happy for my diligence.
If I’m going to think of my life’s greatest performance
I’ll choose from the list of my teaching achievements
Not to pick my loyalty awards or prize for efficiency
But my satisfaction for sharing my passion joyfully
To enrich my students’ skills, knowledge and creativity.
I love sharing arts and my poetry in teaching
Apart from my academic subject or line of expertise
At school programs and extra-curricular activities
My pupils recite aloud and interpret my written piece
Developing their confidence, standing in front with ease.
I could never forget the time when I wrote a poem
In our national language for student’s in-campus competition
I trained my pupil with her creative interpretation
Portraying three people while wearing chopped costumes
Successful delivery! At inter-schools, she also won.
Group of students also performed choral spoken poetry in synchrony
I was so glad when they went up the stage to receive their trophy
I also coached drawing, handcrafts and poster-making contest
And on summer time, I held my own art workshops for the rest
My greatest performance was my students’ win or success.
June 7, 2022 10.38pm
Note: Group choral poetry was about nutrition and for the solo one was about a neglected/abandoned child written both in our national language.
The Greatest Performance of My Life
Contest Judged: 7/13/2022 5:14:00 AM
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Place 5 (out of 5 multi-w)
When I think of all the things my mother taught me
and all the things my father said
I am really glad that some things,
went by the wayside
while other things aren't dead !
As I recall my mother bold and headstrong
the way she coached me until the very end
I also recall my father's words of caution
and the way he raised me,
with just one single smile.
Reflections of the Past * Visions of the Future
Mom and dad both taught me how to live
As I hold onto sutures of yesterday's once was
I unravel truths about myself,
each time I stop, think and pause.
I think of how you must have been
in bygone days with friends from your boyhood.
From things you’ve said, I picture you back then
blazing trails and camping in the Cincinnati Wood.
And then perhaps you stood a man at seventeen
with one carnation pinned onto your suit.
Vernal still, and on the threshold of your dreams,
you’d blaze a path anew and leave your roots.
Years passed. Only you can fill in all the spaces
of what you heard and tasted; what you did;
pursuits, accomplishments, and the many places,
and when you found Alaska, I was just a kid!
I’m certain that you felt at home, grew bold
on the tundra, moved with feline grace, and maybe kayaked there,
viewed double rainbows, hunted, and knew the color of gold,
climbed mountains and inhaled the pristine air.
You’ve seen the eagle soar; fulfilled a destiny.
So much you’ve done in all your fruitful life.
You served your country, married, made a family,
coached softball, taught and traveled; loved your wife.
Today you move more slowly, or so you’ve told me.
I’ve never seen your face. Better do I know your soul.
I see you as a wine finely aged – mulberry,
red and sweet – not bitter – and you long for a life that’s full.
Behind closed doors you sit alone in your chair.
I envision books displayed, numerous on a shelf.
Despite this show of knowledge gleaned, your house seems bare.
Your family’s gone, and you’re having to care for yourself.
You like to frequent restaurants and watch a little TV,
but friends have passed. You need a fresh new plan.
Forge a new frontier, my friend. Exclaim your poetry.
Poems should have a purpose, and so too must a man.
May 29, 2022
From Charts to Helmets
I rose in the glow of digital screens,
A queen of forex, a ruler of crypto dreams.
In the unreal world where numbers collide,
I coached forty thousand to trade with pride.
I built empires in fintech’s embrace,
Carved my mark, left a lasting trace.
From graphs and codes to crowds inspired,
A voice that lifted, a fire that never tired.
But destiny whispered a different call,
Beyond the markets, beyond it all.
Into the factories, the sites, the steel,
Where safety at work becomes power made real.
Now I wear a crown of another kind,
Protecting lives, securing minds.
From trading floors to corporate gates,
I guard the future where safety waits.
I’ve served my part in fintech’s flame,
And now in safety, I stake my claim.
For whether in markets or worksites unseen,
I stand unshaken—forever a queen.
Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight...
(actually, now at present time juiced
well nigh high noon same day)
On this January nineteenth
tooth thousand and nineteen
dogged by an earlier notion
searching soul to glean,
(while at Collegeville Diner)
above place previously wrought
poem hammered from this peon
expounded possibly seen,
asper belated birthday
outing now I mean
to expound upon nagging, yet keen
existential question, sans what purpose
validates yours truly within skien
of terrestrial webbed wide world,
no...no...no not
simply pocketing green
backs (banknotes, legal,
tender, money, et cetera), but now bean
older, and displeasing lee not so lean
when just a slip (pre) youth decades ago
yea, that would be
when I hapt tubby a teen
with nary a concern,
nope not even to preen
myself much to the dismay
of my late mother, nay
no idea why lackadaisical, illogical,
and antithetical bee hay
vee yore prevailed, but more to the point
rarely when young and naive did stray
thoughts besiege my mind,
that LX vintage sketchy,
shady, and seedy gray
area bothered concerning,
hounding, pestering and fill lay
mignon noggin ready toboggan
any price you say
for this staged coached blarney
finding this mortal questioning... ray
zing meaning, purpose,
and underlying importance, gestalt, design...
of life more so today
meaning since recent past
also taking stock of
accomplishments from way
back, and feeling stymied okay
at a loss to delineate
any rhyme or reason
to shout hip...hip hooray
quite the contrary, which following
admission might appear cray zee,
but aye decry barely
living capped off with oy vey!
Catholic education taught me all my Ps and Qs
when nuns and priests coached a child's reluctant view,
in a quandary and a quiver
to kneel up straight and perfectly perpendicular,
amidst the gold and platinum rich cathedrals
churches of quicksand-like quag pews medieval,
shaped for the prostrating prayerful penitent
awaiting an offenders penance and its remnants,
in somber quiet of quaint old confessional tombs
while incense burns a bitter scented perfume ,
quintessentially questioning everything qued
perpetuating a quay to conclude
when to sink or swim in perplexing quirky quotes
of pseudo pallid pantomimes of forgiveness and hope,
when tranquil poise in prayer
extolls the loss of childhood innocence repaired.
Using up those Ps and Qs with an added one or two.
Penance Poise Perfume Platinum
Quay Quiver Quandary Quaint
for the sponsor of contest Mind Your Ps and Qs
Michelle Faulkner
2/19/21
Jon always does a Rubix Cube,
Before swims for his nerve,
He’s a self-confessed motorhead,
Loves driving Lamorghini’s.
Born on the 30th of May in 1991,
With mild Cerebral Palsy,
He has a BTEC in sports, science,
And trains in Manchester.
He is coached by Mick Massey,
And in Beijing won silver,
In the 100m backstroke, S7 class,
Paralympic glory to know.
In 2009 in the Reykjavik Euros,
He won 4 golds, 1 silver,
For the backstroke and freestyles,
A silver for the 50m free.
In 2010, the Worlds, Eindoven,
In the south Netherlands,
Jon won another strong, solid gold,
To add to his collection.
The London Paralympics smiled,
And he won the gold,
In the men’s 100m backstroke,
To choke slightly, podium.
Montreal 2013, Canada’s plane,
With the World Champs,
Here Jon won a gold, a bronze,
For the back and free.
Then came Funchal in Madeira,
Which is Portuguese,
2016, and for back and freestyle,
Jon won gold, silver.
In Rio he was on the defensive,
To keep his Para title,
For the backstroke 100 metres,
But was sad with silver.
Fear – anxiety, panic, alarm
Dread that may be without purpose
But a darkness that is powerful and strong
It was fear –
That taught me to listen to the demons
Of doubt, distrust and discouragement
It was fear –
That left me feeling like I was unworthy
When Jesus whispered “faith” to my heart
It was fear –
That silenced my hopes and my dreams
Colored me in hues of doubt and disbelief
It was fear –
That lingered on my thoughts when I was hurting
Breaking through the peace, the serenity in my soul
It was fear –
That smothered out all my greatest inspirations
Destroying my ideas, my insights into contentment
It was fear –
That ruined the beauty of those moments
When joy sought me out to fill my spirit with elation
It was fear –
That wrecked my plans when I was on fire, passionate
About some hope or desire, purpose that was alive in me
It was fear –
That erased my designs when I had things figured out
Leaving me with complete confusion, perplexed and disillusioned
It was fear –
That darkened the sun’s rays, editing out grace
Promising nirvana when all that was – was shame
It was fear –
That hurried me past the wonder and the awe
Gone were the joys that comforted my thoughts
It was fear –
That promised me the moon and the stars
When, in all truth, there was only the cynicism
It was fear –
That allowed me to reflect on the losses
Wounds that were painful and tinted with heartache
It was fear –
That coached me in hatred and loathing
Prompting my aversion to the light of truth
It was fear –
That sought me out with its heated breath
Raging horrors of apprehension and distress
It was fear –
That I left behind when I found His grace
Saving me from my unending quest for faith!
Isaiah 41:10 (KJV) Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
Olivia, or Livvy, is a Sky Academy Sports Scholar,
Competes in sprint T38 and long jump events F38.
She was born in Guildford, England, to a mother,
Who is Welsh and to a father who is of Irish state.
Born with Cerebral Palsy, Livvy raced at school,
In her primary years and she’s experienced
even though she’s very young. She has a stool,
At the Diamond League meets; she’s referenced.
She is coached by Jonas-Tawiah Doddo tough,
And Julie Hollman, and at the London Paralympics,
She won bronze in the 4x100m womens relay rough,
Doing very well in the 100m and in the 200m antics.
That same year and Holland, the Stadkanaal’s locale.
Livvy travelled to these IPC European Championships,
Where she procured the honour of the bronze medal,
Twice over, in the 100m and the 200 metre battleships.
Her mother’s country, Wales, in Swansea in 2014,
Livvy won at these Europeans a bronze and a silver,
In the 100m T38, and then in the 100m T35-38 gene,
Storming to victory like a train needing to deliver.
Then in 2015 in Qatar at the World Champs in Doha,
She won the gold with three team mates in the relay,
In the 4x100m they did pound with speed and power,
‘Cos Livvy had Di Dougherty as her mentor to sleigh.
2016, and the Grosseto Europeans happened in Italy,
And Livvy won a gold medal to boast about back home.
Then in Rio she came 7th in the 100m sprint, her tally,
But she was removed from the relay so she did moan.
Challenges are not just MET by Carolyn.
As a child, she searched for them and took them in -
Running faster than the boys and spinning on her head.
Off roofs she jumped. It’s a wonder she isn’t dead!
Lacking fear, maybe she was foolish,
Yet she LIVED her life as she chased her every dream.
New challenges have come, and dauntless they seem.
Disease has brought her disabilities.
Expectations are extinguished. Her life has little of ease.
Viciously attacked, this brave woman who
Once played on a high school football team and coached gymnastics too
Now shows us nothing less than grace
Shining from the smile on her face.
Heroes come in many sizes, and one of them for me
I have named here poetically.
Read the first letter of each line and see what it spells out.
Earning my respect, this friend and poet is what courage is about.
12/16/16